Morgan POV

"How did you dream of spending the days with him?" I asked.

"In his arms always," she said, laughing. "Sharing romantic moments together."

I smiled, holding her chin up. She looked into my eyes, but I wasn't kissing her.

"Tell me the truth of how you felt about spending your days with me," I said.

Tricia began to laugh, and her eyes.

"When I started loving you, I could only think of dying in your hands," her words made me kind of sad, but I didn't let my expression ...